Day 141 - Fowl

This morning, or was it this afternoon, waiting at some lights at a big junction. Looking through the window of the car next to me, stories unfolded. The boy was fiddling with his iPod or phone, head down. The girl was staring ahead and slightly away from the boy. She looked lost in thought and not particularly happy. In my mind, they became a couple who were slowly falling out of love. Or perhaps the woman was a cousin and family obligations meant he had to give her a lift, but they despised each other. There was no warmth between them. A desolate picture.


Then the lights changed, and the boy tried to drive off with the hand-break still on. When I looked again, the girl was laughing, her eyes lit up with joy, and looking at me. They'd disappeared before I could see the boy's face, but the spell was broken in the best of ways. Whoever they were to each other, it was lovely to see her smiling and revealing such beautiful glee.


The next car-based pleasure was on the way home. Two boys in a black car with its tinted windows rolled down and a fat bass beat thrumming out, and they were rapping, both of them. Taking turns (as good rappers do). Rapping at the roadwork traffic control lights in Hornsey. And having the time of their lives. 

In between, a lovely afternoon with Kate, We Need To Talk About Kevin (a difficult book and a difficult film, in my opinion, but I'm glad I saw it) and a documentary about Doris Day. Alongside all that, a beef stew and a jam roly poly with custard. You'd think it was still winter. I'm grateful, though i love the cold, that nature will soon become unstoppable. The birds are already mating (the geese, aggressively so). 


Yesterday an eager goose was chasing another, far less eager, through the sky. I think it may have been the shouter from the day before. I was swimming as flew across the pond, lower and lower until I actually ducked, thinking they were going to splash down right on my head. It was very exciting. Not something you could engineer. It's like when pigeons fly at you, and you can't help but flinch, only with geese. And you know that at that point in their descent, they have limited control. No such action today. There was a rogue gust of wind that nearly knocked me off my bike. That was the adrenalin high. Let's see what tomorrow holds.